neighborhood sage rooted on a bus stop benchburning packs of dutchmaster cigars,watching the world, daily, rise & fall.uprooted only by the cruelest weather.

patrons paired in the aisles of american food basketmeditating merengue & bachata,taking spotted breaks to pull down groceries from the shelves.patrons more flavorful than two aisles of spices you discover.

pizza shop owner sparing slices for the starved & alone,arriving desperately at his doorin search of generosity they can chew & swallow.